Dancer’s Antique Memories


Poetry Prompt # 3 “Old”; Arkside

One heart hears a sweet but lonely sound

Clock ticking faster on the wall

Has passed on through the Fall

The antique memories that she found.

Winter brings sad severe cold chilling

Grandma lies quietly reading alone in her bed

Keepsake from a dry corsage marks pages read

Lies and stares, plaster roses on the ceiling.

One mind, all but so sweetly has gone

She wipes his dribbling shame from chin

So that he might grin with dignity again

Mumbling incoherent remembered songs.

Faded portrait, Cotillion Ball

A time ago the frame seemed gilded

Words not spoken, but shared feelings

The antique memories recalled.

~ S.K. Nicholls

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